That’s right, you can DRIVE to the wedding. And park in our own special parking lot. And have a sober friend drive you home. And best of all: you don’t have to pay. It’s all covered, baby.
Oh SNAP, We Better Look Good
Our good pal Mara is full of great advice. After all, she’s married to Red Marker, she just had a little baby who she NEARLY named Wolfgang, she’s Italian, and not in the Jersey Shore way, and she once wrote a 30-page paper on Henry Rollins. Clearly this girl is a student in the school of life, and I can’t wait for her valedictory speech.
One nugget in the mounds of advice she’s offered is, “my dad always says, if you’re going to spend lots of money on one thing, make sure it’s on the photographer. In 30 years you won’t remember the food or the cake, but you’ll always have the photos. FUGHEDDABOUTIT”
We’ve quickly come round to that point of view. Her dad is a wise man (and a writer of ghoulish horror novels, but that’s another post), and has taught his daughter well. Thanks Sam Sr.!
So first, let me talk about our photographer. After that, be prepared for a bit of a rant.
Firstly, our photographer is Dre from Lifebox Studios – a local Seattleite who’s been doing this for ten years, takes FANTASTIC photos, and is great to be around. He’ll be shooting our wedding for 8 hours, day of, with an assistant. If you’re coming to the wedding, believe you’ll look good. Here are some photos:
Good stuff, yeah? More here.
Now, rant time! (WEEEE!)
WHAT is WITH photography websites and the flash and the music? My GOD, it’s like one person one time made a schmaltzy animated portfolio site, set some John Tesh to autoplay in the background, and a monstrous antipattern of crashing screeching death browsers was born.
When I’m comparison shopping for anything I generally have 5-30 tabs open, and quickly switch back and forth comparing. That’s Yanni on top of Tesh on top of John Mayer on top of John Legend on top of Kenny G on top of Sade on top of some douchenozzle with a guitar and OHMIGOD I want to stab myself in the eye with the little prong on my headphone jack.
Photographers: when you’re building your websites, think about us poor schlubs who actually have to look at them. We know your mom and your sister like the music, but trust me, 9 out of 10 people instinctively reach for the mute button. We’re not here to relax in our bubblebath with some bubbles. We’re here to get good info so we can make a decision.
That’s it, RANT OVER.
Did I mention we’re very pleased with our decision? Smiley face: 
Posted in Photos.
– January 11, 2010
Dina found a dress!
All done! Boo-yah!
It’s something like this:
If you would like more photos of the dress, just e-mail the Deenster. We’re happy our mommy picked a dress with fur trim and hello kitty designs.
We’re also thinking of wearing something like this:
Please ignore the ugly creature wearing the tuxedo. We’d be WAY more debonair than this icky dog.
Smoogies,
Fatty & Gatsby
Posted in Dress, Fatty and Gatsby.
– October 21, 2009
We Took Some Pictures
Hey there party people! What’s a happenin’?
Me, you ask? Well thanks for caring! I’m well, thank you. Now that InfoCamp is over, life can return to normalcy – a place it really hasn’t been for the past 1.38 months. Dina is ready for normalcy. For whatever ridonculous reason, she LIKES it when I’m home. I don’t get it, because I’m kind of a jerk, and I smell a bit, and I hug the cats too hard, and I play baseball on my iPhone. So, yeah, “normalcy.” BOOM.
And you know what normalcy really is in this household, don’t you? YES YOU DO! Cleaning cat poop (aka, almond roca). And eating black beans. And wearing “jimmer jammers” for 16 hours a day. And listening to crazy people on the bus. And chicken tacos. Tivo. Mad Men. Cleaning the kitchen. Cleaning the bathroom. Cleaning the carpet. Petting the cats. Cleaning the cats. Cleaning the cat poop. AND WEDDING PLANNING!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, we’ve already started, you should know. Our first act of weddingness happened not so long ago. We decided it was time to actually document our big glowing burning love, so people don’t think we’re half-assing the marriage thing. We thusly decided to go out and take some cutesy coupley photos that we could send to our moms so they’d be happy, and to send to all of you, dear readers, so you can think “ah, look, perfect couple. Makes me sick.” (Not you dudes, though – you’re watching zombie flicks, except on Sundays, when you’re hunting and fishing and building campfires.)
So, we went out and about, brought Becky, and tried to take some pics. We’re amateurs, keep that in mind, I think we got a few good’uns. Here they are.
Fun times in the park:
Look! Hands!
Yes, we will rock for you if you pay us.
Check out this arty one:
Pretty sweeeeet, eh?
Of course, there were some baddies. So, the outtakes:
Happy trails!
Posted in Photos.
– October 14, 2009
Dina Went Dress Shopping
In fact, she went dress shopping twice. Both times with a gaggle of bridesmaids/girlfriends, and both times for marathon sessions during which she tried on multiple dresses, strutted the runway, and generally girly girled it up while her entourage cooed and commented and critiqued and coddled. I stayed home and watched X-Men.
The second trip went way better than the first: Dina found three dresses that are (reportedly) simply AMAZING, and will make her look (in Dinaese) “super ridonculous awesome.” She’s feeling really good about it, but will probably hold off and do a few more of these Saturday afternoon jaunts.
This may not come as a surprise to some of you – particularly those of you who are both women AND have either 1) married, or 2) been close to someone who has been married. You’re probably thinking, “duh, KB, she’s a GIRL.”
But I’m a bit surprised. I thought “naw, my lady ain’t one of those. She’ll be chill, probably find something quickly for cheap. Because she’s reasonable, and not susceptible to the deep claws of the wedding industrial complex.” But Dina has become obsessesed. With REALLY nice, REALLY expensive dresses.
I think I’m going to have to reconcile myself to the fact that my fiancé is not a dude. She’s not like me – happy to wear whatever is clean in my closet. That’s probably a good thing. Someone in this relationship has to bring a little class.
Anyway, here’re some examples of what I hope she wears:
– October 4, 2009
On Food
One of the things we have to figure out is what to serve at the meal. These days foodie food is expected. My mom asks, “when did this happen? In my days people just showed up and maybe there was some punch and cake.” My answer: dunno. But we’re feeding people. So the question remains: what to serve?
Me, I say “steak and steak salad.”
Dina says “lobster and lobster salad.”
Fatty says “tuna.”
Gatsby says “Purina.”
Obviously, we’ll need to figure a few things out. We know this much:
- We’ll have a buffet
- The buffet will be adventurous
- We’ll have much wine and beer
- One of my friends will get drunk, puke on the cake, crash the buffet table, and collapse in a mess of gravy and frosting. I will ostracize this friend for a specified period of time, until the friend makes it up to me by giving a riveting public speech about the nature of friendship and forgiveness. It’s inevitable.
Anyway, here’s the early plan, in pictures:
Posted in Food and Drink.
– July 20, 2009
The man in the robe…
Greeeetings!
Fatty and Gatsby here. We have a couple of mews to share with you.
The people have thrown down some mad kibble on a place to have the wedding:
http://www.rainierchapterhouse.com/pictures.htm
They have also asked one of our favorite humans, Ed, to marry them and he was really frisky when he obliged.
It’s almost time to go to bed, we usually sleep all night. So scratch you suckas later!!
Smoogies,
Fatty & Gatsby
Posted in Fatty and Gatsby, Party, Venue.
– July 5, 2009
Meow, Meow, Hello
Welcome to our first blog post!! The interwebs, get ready for our furballs and friskytude.
This Sunday was very typical. Sleep, munch on some keebles, poo, sleep some more. The people were gone most of the day and when they returned in the evening, they brought these great big glossy magazines for us to sit on. “Weddings made simple and also made warm by our tushies!” We’re glad they’re home, but they’ve started making a fuss about “wedding venues” and “catering”. Meow. Meow. Stop with the wedding talk and scratch our bellies!!
We’re making a vow with this blog post to keep you guys in the loop about the people and their strange new obsession.
Smoogies!
Posted in Fatty and Gatsby.
– July 5, 2009
Hello World!
Here we go. Wedding blogs tend to be the norm these days, so in interest of normality, this here’s a wedding weblog.
The mission: to keep our moms update on wedding details.
The plan: to blog frequently about the minutiae of daily wedding thoughts, plans, commitments, anxieties, hopes, dreams, promises, and so and so forth, so the world may know of our arrestingly unique approach to knot tying.
The team: Dina, Kris (me), Fatty, Gatsby, and whoever else has somethin’ to say. You, perhaps?
Posted in Wedding.
– July 5, 2009
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